when they kick at your front door how you gonna come?

when they kick at your front door how you gonna come?

when they kick at your front door how you gonna come? with your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun? when the law break in how you gonna go? shot down on the pavement or waiting on death row?

you can crush us you can bruise us but you’ll never have to answer to oh-the guns of brixton
the money feels good and your life you like it well but surely your time will come as in heaven, as in hell

you see, he feels like ivan born under the brixton sun his game is called survival at the end of the harder they come you know it means no mercy they caught him with a gun no need for the black maria goodbye to the brixton sun

you can crush us you can bruise us yes, even shoot us but oh-the guns of brixton

De (post?)-punk klassieker Guns of Brixton van The Clash, tekst gevonden op punksquad.nl. Een mooie lounge-uitvoering van Guns of Brixton (of is het easy listening? of bossa nova?) staat op de nieuwe plaat van de Franse Novelle Vague, samen met allerlei ander Novelle Vague, pardon Bossa Nova, pardon New Wave-klassiekers.

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